Personal, sexual and emotional living

I am 48, I am someone who has struggled with my adult identity. My child; my younger self, was damaged by domestic turbulence and as an adult, I have carried my child with me, living to protect him. The fear I carried has shaped my response to the individuals around me Within this blog, I explore… Continue reading Introducing Submission

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She makes my head swim, She is me, The girl I want to be, For someone. Being Susie, Dressed for spring, In lace and frills, Skirt hitched high over stocking tops. Beside him, His hand clutching cane, Another hand grabs Wet, I throb. Anticipating my demise, My sink into submission, Sir laughs,… Continue reading On being Susie, tonight I write

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As a child, I was made to go to church. Sunday mornings were spent in a small Catholic church in the Somerset countryside. I’ve been wondering how much my experiences there have my identity. High church brings smells and bells. Sensuality, arguably, is stirred by those stimuli which we encounter. The plastic, elastic developing mind… Continue reading Spirit and sensuality

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She, statuesque, lean and powerful occupies a space in my head that possess all of me. In her eyes, I am just a foot servant. For me, she is my world, my breath, my air. For her, I serve. On her throne, her robes open, her majesty, is at her most resplendent. She sits, with… Continue reading The Queening Seat

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“A journey from pain to pleasure” I can now appreciate how my own pain lust is linked to blocking other pain. It’s a drug of choice and I have to decide whether I can continue to court the attention of those who might deliver this drug or whether I move to love and life lived… Continue reading Cock tail

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My poor little tight hole has gone too long without being plugged! Being stretched and filled makes me feel so submissive. So, here I am again frantically seeking a dominant to take me to those places I crave. Being in a vanilla relationship, I am open about my wants, but I feel I am restricted… Continue reading Being filled

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Susie is part of me and when I write fiction, it is often derived from being her. Here is an example…. Susie sits on her hands, her pale thighs clamped, securely, together as she bites her lip and cranes her slender neck towards the window. “Caught playing” The words reel around her head as her… Continue reading Being Susie

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While born to be submissive, to feel a longing to be under his or her control, one or two virtues lie intact. Are my prudish virtues, in-fact, my undoing? To this day, I have not been fucked by a man and I have not given my mouth to the service of a cock. Fear of… Continue reading To be a virgin